Figuring it out [BNHA]

Chapter 6

Summary

Katsuki has trouble at work, and at home, the trouble continues.

A couple of days passed after this, and they occasionally kissed, especially when one of them left for work or came home. Sometimes Izuku would come up behind Katsuki while he was cooking, and he would wrap his arms around Katsuki's middle. The blond enjoyed the touching; he always pressed back against Izuku's crotch. He definitely was so ready to get fucked.

But at the end of the day, Katsuki stayed unfucked. Even though they started to sleep in the same bed. How on earth could he get Izuku to sleep with him?

Katsuki tried to bring up situations where Izuku would see him half naked. He still imagined big strong Izuku grabbing him, bending him over, and fucking him hard. Gosh, he was so needy ... He knew it himself; it was almost pathetic.

More weeks went by, and whenever he was home alone, Katsuki tried to prepare himself for anal penetration. It was weird for him to do it himself, he used his fingers to stretch himself, but he never really enjoyed it. He wanted Izuku to do it!

The day at work was really the worst! Katsuki was so damn frustrated. He hated people so much sometimes! One guy yelled at him for fucking saving him, and he threatened to sue him for rescuing him against his will. Katsuki flipped him off, probably not the best reaction, but he was so done with all that bullshit. And if this guy was not enough. The fucking entitled people kept coming and coming.

A mother yelled at him because he didn't spend enough time for a picture with her daughter, he told her that he was happy to take a picture with her, but he didn't have time to wait ten minutes until the girl was ready!

Another woman was almost hit by a car, and he swept her off her feet, out of the way. (Instead of destroying the damn vehicle like every other superhero seemed to do.) But because of this, he accidentally bumped against her chest. She screamed that he was a pervert, that he had to let her go. He did so; he could suppress the urge to tell her the next time he would let the car hit her.

She banged against his arm and demanded an apology for sexually harassing her. He only did that to touch her. Irritated as hell, Katsuki glared down at her. "I'm gay! I have absolutely no interest in women!"

The woman gasped and instantly changed course. "Why are you not interested in me? Am I not good enough? You damn pervert!" She yelled, getting the attention of the people around him.

"What the fuck? I told you I'm not into women!" Luckily for him, there was another incident happening. "Oh, whoops, gotta go." He blasted away. Too many people for one day ...

Katsuki shuffled through the door and could hear Izuku in the kitchen. Loudly groaning, he made his way over. Damn, Izuku looked so good in the pink apron, so manly and buff, and damn, his shirt was so fucking tight around those big muscles. Katsuki thought that the shirt must rip with one wrong movement. He would like it so much if this happened right now.

He imagined the thin fabric splitting in half, Izuku pulling the apron over his head, but keeping it tied around his middle, the front dangling down, revealing those impressive pecs. He could see Izuku's arms flex with every movement; oh, he would love to be crushed by his biceps ...

"Kacchan?" Izuku's voice brought him back. He was standing in the doorway, staring at him, grinning like an idiot, completely spacing out.

"Huh?" Katsuki shook his head quickly. "What?"

"What's wrong? You keep staring at me," Izuku chuckled.

"I just had a shitty day, and I admire your fucking beautiful body," he admitted. Then, he walked over and hugged Izuku.